He Needs Some Serious Love

Summary: Harry, abused by his relatives, goes back to Hogwarts after the war has ended. Someone knows his secretes and tries to step in before Harry takes his life one day because of everybody - Drarry

He Needs Some Serious Love - One Shot - Drarry

Dear Journal,

You should have seen
the way they all looked at me as I walked through the barrier and onto the
Platform. It was like they all knew. But how could they have known? I’m pretty
sure I covered up all of my marks and flattened out all of my bumps. Or maybe
they were all staring at me because of the fact I defeated Voldemort?

I don’t know and I
probably never will know.

The train ride was
boring as well with Ron and Hermione not being there by my side. They are too
busy flirting with each other in another compartment and none of my other so
called ‘Friends’ want to hang with me either and it’s all because I’ve finished
being their hero and saviour.

I want to tell them,
Ron and Hermione that is, to go get stuffed, that they don’t know me and never
will. But how can I? All of them, everyone in the universe, expect me to stay
friends with the two hypocrites and be all “buddy-buddy” with them. You know
what? I’m not going to waste my time on people anymore who don’t give a rats’
arse about me… I’m sick of it… I’m sick of being a no one… a Freak… I don’t think I can deal with much more
before I accidentally take my self-harming too far.

I’m scared journal, I
really am.

No one will notice if
I’m gone anyway, will they? All I’m good for is saving the world and being a
punch bag for my cousin and uncle. A servant for my only living relatives. A
saviour for those not worth saving at all.

Yet what do I get in
return? I get the ones I truly love and care for taken away from me and when I
want to grief in the only way I know how, I get told I can’t. Now how’s that
fair at all?

Well, I better go have
a shower before everyone gets back from dinner. I know what you are thinking,
‘I need to eat more. Glamour’s aren’t going to hide how skinny I am
eventually.’ Well, until that day comes, I’m going to keep eating whenever I
can actually eat. Even if that means sneaking to the kitchens at midnight,
which I’m sure the elves will be all too pleased to help me.

I’ll write another
time then (Always feel awkward putting that).

Until next time, Harry
James Potter.

A soft sigh escaped Harry’s lips as he slowly closed his
journal and placed it in his bed side table along with the quill and ink he was
using. Looking around the silent room and sighing once again as he stood up and
collected his towel, a fresh pair of underwear and pajama pants before
shuffling his exhausted feet to the bathroom.

Harry turned on the taps so they could warm up; he placed
all of his belongings on the bench and slowly removed the clothing he had on.
The mirror caught his eye and regretfully, he looked upon his scarred and
marked body. He had bruises and cuts on almost every area of skin and if it
wasn’t fresh, it was old and faint.

He threw one last look of disgust at his reflection before
he got into the shower and closed the curtains. At first he just let the hot
water stream down his body and the steam clear his mind, but then he started to
slowly clean his body, careful to be gentle on the cuts and bruises. After he
was clean, Harry rest his forehead against the wall and soaked up the silence
and the feeling of hot water he hadn’t felt since his last time at Hogwarts.

Another sigh left his lips as Harry had to reluctantly turn
off the water and get dried and dressed. He decided to dry himself without
magic, knowing that casting drying spells could sometimes damage the healing
time of cuts. He learnt from experiences in the past.

Pulling on his fresh new underwear and pajama pants, Harry
threw a weak glamour on to hide the scars on his chest, arms and neck, knowing
that he would have to put a shirt on before the glamour wore off. Harry dried
his hair with his towel as he walked out into his room, knowing and not hearing
anyone come back to the dorms. His chest still dripped slightly from the water
that escaped being dried away. Harry placed his dirty clothes away and sat on
his bed.

Harry still had his head down as he was drying the back of
it, but he froze in his efforts when he heard a shuffling sound and then a soft
chuckle from somewhere close by in the room.

Slowly lifting his head, his green eyes met with the stormy
grey ones of none other than Draco Malfoy, sitting opposite him on Ron’s bed.

Wait… What was Malfoy
doing in my dorm room?

Malfoy chuckled as he seemed to soak in the confused look on
Harry’s face. Harry suddenly felt very self-conscious of the fact that he had
no t-shirt on and scrambled to his trunk to throw on a tank top. Once his chest
was covered and the towel was hung back around his neck, Harry crossed his arms
tiredly and leaned against his bedpost.

“I know what you’ve been doing to yourself, Harry,” Malfoy
said as he slowly stood from the bed he had been sitting on. “I know what your
relatives do to you. I know how you are feeling right now and I know what you
are thinking right now.”

Harry’s eyes widened dramatically as Malfoy raised his wand
and swished it in a small circle. Flinching and closing his eyes, Harry felt
the tingles wash over his skin and he knew, from doing it to himself so many
times, that Malfoy had just taken away his glamour. That meant that he was now
standing in front of his mortal enemy, exposing all of his scars, bruises and
cuts.

Filled with shame and a sense of loneliness, Harry broke
down and dropped to his knees, sobbing into his hands. Quiet footsteps made
their way over towards him and the next thing he knew, a carefully placed hand
started rubbing soothing circles on his back.

“How?” choked out Harry through his sobs.

“Your friend, Ronald,” Malfoy started, which made Harry stop
sobbing and snap his head around to try and detect the lie Malfoy was speaking,
“he gave me a journal and said that whenever you would write in your own
journal, I would have my own copy of it. He wanted me to find something to
embarrass you with so he could stop being your friend. I’m so sorry, Harry. I
want to punch everyone and take you away to a safe place; a place where no one
will ever hurt your feelings or ever make fun of who you are again. Please let
me do that,” Malfoy looked deep into the emerald eyes and allowed a small smile
grace his pale face as Harry gave a small nod of his own.

Unbelieving of what he had just heard, Harry pushed
away from Malfoy and started throwing
all of his stuff he had in his draws - which he had placed in there just before writing his latest journal entry -
into his trunk.

Malfoy got up and stood at the door, knowing that Harry
would follow him to a safe place. Harry shrunk his trunk and placed it in his
pyjama pocket before reaching under his bed and grabbing his invisibility
cloak, throwing it over his body, walk over to Malfoy and touch his shoulder to
let him know that he was ready to go.

“Stay close,” Malfoy whispered over his shoulder.
“Especially when we get to the dungeons, who knows who’s lurking around down
there right now.”

The journey down to the dungeons was a quiet affair where
neither of the young men spoke, nor did they run into anyone on their way. Once
they started descending the stairs, Malfoy stopped briefly and reached out his
hand for Harry to grab, which he did so cautiously.

“I’m going to take you to my Godfather’s room so we can
decide what will happen. Be prepared to stay there tonight or for a few
nights,” whispered Malfoy, taking the cloak off of Harry and passing it to him before he turned and, Harry’s hand still in his hold,
started his way down the stairs again before reaching a corridor. He led Harry
through the many corridors of the dungeon and made sure that the whole time
Harry was okay and keeping up.

Finally after making their way through the twisting
corridors, Malfoy came to a stop outside of a portrait of Salazar Slytherin.

“What are you doing here, Draco?” Salazar inquired sleepily,
he had not seen students since the last day of the school year and he had
enjoyed the quiet. “Also who is that with you?”

“I am here to speak with Sev and I brought Harry Potter with
me. Just go tell Sev that I’m here regarding a very important issue,”
impatiently spoke Malfoy, his grip on Harry’s hand tightened for a second
before relaxing.

Malfoy turned to look at Harry and rolled his eyes,
explaining how fond of Salazar he was and that they had such a good relationship
that they shared many inside jokes. But before Malfoy could explain much else,
Salazar had returned and nodded just as his portrait popped open, granting them
entrance into the private chambers.

“Sev? Are you here yet?” Malfoy called out as he shut the portrait
behind Harry. After getting no response, Malfoy shrugged and pulled Harry over
to the couch by his hand. “Would you like anything to eat or drink?”

Harry shrugged and asked in a quiet voice for a cup of tea.
He sat down in the middle of the couch and leaned back, relaxing and letting
the sound of the fire crackling and popping in the background. Malfoy sat down next
to him and order a cup of tea and a cup of coffee from a house elf. Once the
tea’s appeared, the boy’s sipped on their beverages in silence.

“So you are aware that Sev will be made aware of this
situation and that he must have a look through the journal?” questioned Malfoy,
placing his coffee on the little coffee table to the side of the couch.

“Yes, I figured that much out myself,” shot back Harry, irritated
at being thought of as dumb.

“Okay,” Malfoy held his hands up defensively and chuckled,
finding it amusing that Harry has quick mood swings.

“Sorry, I’m uncomfortable right now and I can’t control my
feelings and emotions as well as when I was younger,” explained Harry,
embarrassed at his outburst.

“Like I said,” Malfoy reached over and placed his hand on
Harry’s knee, “it’s okay. I would be acting the same way if I was in your boat.”

Harry nodded and kept his eyes glued to the carpet in front
of him which made the perfect excuse for his hair to hide the blush that rose
in his cheeks when Malfoy touched his knee. Lifting his cup to his lips, he
took a long sip as he glanced at Malfoy out of the corner of his eye and saw
that the boy was looking intensely at him.

But their moment was ruined when the portrait opened and the
one and only Severus Snape entered his private quarters, well it was meant to
be private. But he found two teenagers- no, young men- sitting on his couch. He
walked over to them and sat in his chair that was his, and anyone who sat in it
would be damned.

Snape lifted an eyebrow and gestured for one of them to
explain what was going on. He noticed the hand placed on the Potters’ spawns
leg and decided to save that for another time.

“You know how Harry is going through a tough time and I wouldn’t
explain why?” Malfoy questioned, removing his hand and straightening his back
up, Snape nodded and gestured again for him to go on. “Well, I’m afraid he won’t
be alive for much longer if he doesn’t get the help he needs.

“What do you want me to do about it?” Snape questioned.

“What I am asking of you, is to let Harry stay here instead
of being bullied by the Gryffindor’s. I also ask for him to get some
professional help from a medi-wizard about his unhealthy state of mind,” Malfoy
said, authority clear in his voice.

Snape nodded and agreed to what he was being asked to do. He
would let the boy stay here for now and in the morning would take this issue up
with Headmaster Dumbledore, even though he was still weak from almost dying
before the war ended. It’s a long story and would have to be explained another
time, just like the fact why he is still alive.

“Since you missed dinner, both of you, you will eat before
you, Dragon, have to go back and you, Potter, can get ready for bed,” Snape
order, already getting up and setting up the table in preparation of the house
elves placing food at the table.

Malfoy and Harry both took their half full cups over to the
table and sat down next to each other. Snape sat down opposite Malfoy and
drummed his fingers on the table, waiting for the food to appear.

The food arrived and Malfoy dug in while Harry hesitated to
put food on his plate. But knowing that Malfoy and Snape would snap at him to
eat more, Harry piled on as much as he thought he could handle right then and
there.

Snape started talking with Malfoy during the meal which left
Harry to sit in silence, tuning the two out as talk turned over to potions. As
Harry ate, he couldn’t help but glance over at Malfoy, watching as the young
man smiled, not smirked, as he talked passionately about the subject. Harry thought
that the smile suited him very well, much better than the sneer or smug smirk he
usually wore whenever in Harry’s presence.

That thought made a knot and random feelings of butterflies
floating around in his stomach appear. Harry stared down at his plate with food
still on it, feeling slightly sick. He shouldn’t be feeling this way about
another person of the same sex. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon had taught him
many lessons when he was younger when he had dated for a brief time a boy in
the neighbourhood during a summer holiday.

Harry pushed away from the table, tears surfacing in his
eyes and he ran out of the portrait hole, running into the wall opposite,
leaning over and emptying his stomachs content. A hand appeared on his back as
he dried heaved once all of the food he had just eaten was dumped back out onto
the floor.

“Harry?” Malfoy’s voice whispered from somewhere back near
the door. Harry turned his head and saw Snape standing next to him and a very
concerned Malfoy at the portrait.

Wiping his mouth and using a non-verbal and wandless charm
to wash the putrid taste out of his mouth, he leaned back against the wall and
slid down it, careful not to sit in the puke on the floor. Snape banished said
puke and crouched down in front of the young, shaking, tear-faced man.

“Harry? Are you okay?” Snape asked, sweeping some hair out
of Harry’s face and tucking it behind his ears.

“No, I’m really not,” shakily whispered Harry. “I just want
to die. I’m a disgrace to everyone I know and a failure to everyone I try to
impress. I just want to be left alone, to grieve for the loss of the people I
loved most, yet I can’t even do that simple thing without being scolded or interrupted
or, just, leave me alone. Alright?”

Harry said all of that to Malfoy, not once moving his gaze
away. Snape glanced back at Malfoy and saw tears start to form, knowing that
this situation was just getting worse every second, Snape used his magic to
close and lock Malfoy inside of his chamber while leaving him and Harry out to
talk things through.

“Please talk to me, Harry,” Severus pleaded, moving to sit
next to the crying young man. “Tell me what’s going on in that head of yours.”

“I’m gay,” Harry said, afraid of what was going to happen
next.

“And?” Snape asked, wondering if he was going to elaborate on
why he had just said that. “What about it?”

“All my life, I would get beat for even looking at boys in
any other way that wasn’t friendship. I almost died when I had my first
boyfriend. My relatives almost killed me. Once I was finally able to move, I
ran away and went to my boyfriend’s place. He wasn’t home, but his parents
were. My relatives were arrested and I stayed with my boyfriend’s family from
then on. Well, until my relatives were let off the hook and they took me away.

“They continued to starve and torture me until I broke up
with him. Once I did, it got better, but it was still bad,” Harry explained,
tears rolling down his cheeks.

“I’m afraid of my feelings towards Malfoy. He obviously
seems to care for me and I’ve noticed the way he looks at me. Now I’m not sure
if that’s because he knows about all of the abuse and what I do to myself or if
it’s because he actually has the same type of feelings for me,” Harry sobbed
into his hands.

Snape rubbed Harry’s arms and helped soothe the young man with
words of comfort. Once Harry had finally calmed down and was only sniffling,
Snape stopped rubbing his arm and decided to tell him. He knew that Malfoy was
definitely going to kill him.

“Look, Harry,” Snape started carefully. “I know this will
probably help you. Draco, he does like you, he likes you the same way you like
him. He knows what it’s like, what you went through at home. Hell, when that
happened to him, I took him away and he never, ever went back to his parent’s.
Give him a chance, embrace it because I don’t know if you can ever replace
someone as caring as him.”

“Why? Why are you treating me so nice after all these years?”
Harry whispered after a few minutes of silence.

“I’ve read a few of those pages already. I have read more
recent ones, but I’m sorry for the way I’ve treated you in the past.” Snape
whispered back. “Also, it would be best if you call me Severus and ‘Malfoy’ by
his first name, Draco, while you stay with me tonight, it will make things less
awkward. But only in private may you call me that.”

“Okay, S-Severus,” Harry tested the name out, nodding his
understanding.

“Alright, let’s get you inside. I’m sure Draco is worried
about you,” Severus said as he stood up and helped the young man to his feet.

Sure enough, when they opened the door and Harry stepped inside,
he was attacked with a hug by Draco, the boy sobbing countless sorry’s into his
shoulder. Harry hugged him back and whispered his own sorry. Severus broke the
two apart and they went over to the couch, Severus to his chair. Draco pulled
Harry over so they were sitting super close to each other, hands laced
together. Harry closed his eyes and rested his head on Draco’s shoulder, slowly
fall asleep, feeling safe and secure with Draco by his side.

As Harry slept, Draco and Severus discussed what was to
happen. Draco learnt of the conversation outside and smiled lovingly down at
Harry, swearing to protect his Lion from any further danger. He swore to help his Lion know what love is and how he should rightfully be treated in a relationship.

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